Tracy.
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The sunlight hits my face, too harsh for 6 pm, piercing my eyes. I straightened on my bed, letting out a loud groan. My hand stretched out, searching for my phone blindly.
The moment I tapped my phone screen, the time glared back at me.
7:30 am.
My heart stopped, before it began thudding erratically. I jolted up so fast, the world spun for a moment.
What the hell? I had set an alarm for 6 am. I was very sure about that. So why the hell didn’t the stupid thing ring? I didn’t have time to think about it.
Flinging the sheets off, I threw myself out of the bed and sprinted into the bathroom.
I crashed sideways, my hips slamming onto the floor. A part of me wanted to lie on the floor, sleep, and cry there as sharp pain jolted through me.
But I bit down the curse and force
